Sunday, May 1, 2011

Taking it to words

convincing to strive with the unreasonable. i struggle in the math. and i cannot leave. those few bare numbers that question my answers. yes, there is an obligation to reason. and either way i lose. when the question persists to exist. why? there are unsaid words of demand and rage. polished words, to cover an undefined depth. a depth, reflecting the exactness of a cold, heavy cast iron. rusted and permanent. to stay a lifetime.

rarely what i write is blurred. to me. rarely i am drowning in that unknown sea. blinded and wet.

i am reminded again. of the place within. still cold. still heavy. it isn't right. my reasons or answers. yet this is all i have.this is all that is.